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Hey, hold up.
Hold up.

Something extra.
Oh.

Thanks.
The boys had a blast.

Thanks. They're good kids.

Except yours.
I think he needs more sugar.

Bye.

Hey, hey! Guys!
Get out of the street!

All righty, bye, bye, bye!

The hell? Come on.

You gotta be kidding me.

God, no!

No! Please! Wait! Wait!

Stop!

Wait! Wait!

What did I do?

No! Help!

Help me!

Hey.
Hi.
Breakfast is served.

I got juice, coffee,
apple turnovers
from Pan Lourdes,

and no pancakes.

Okay.

Uh, let me help you
with that.
I got it, I got it.

You shouldn't be
lifting things.

Well, my ribs feel better,
so I'm fine.

Well,
I'll be the judge of that.

Let me just take
a peek at this...

Oh, hey!

I preferred
the bookish teacher.

Then you're in luck.

Because I got a job.

A real job teaching history
at Shorewood High School
in Boston.

Boston?
You're gonna move to...

We're gonna move to Boston.

I know, I know
you need time

to think about everything,
and I get that.

But what happened to you
was terrifying, okay?

It was like a giant,
flashing sign from God

that you need to start over
somewhere else.

Look,
if you won't do it for us,
then do it for our kid.

Our kid?
Mmm-hmm.

Come here, buddy.
Hey, there he is. Hudson!

I hate to break up
this family reunion,
but I gotta go.

I gotta check out
the campus in Boston.

So I'll clean
this up before I go.

Okay.

A teacher?

There was a lot
about our old life
that I really liked.

Including you.

Wait. Wait.

Oh, yes.

Be safe.

Edward Weston
was an associate of mine.

His murder remains unsolved.
The cause of his burns,
a mystery.

Until now.

William Dowd.

Found under
the 14th Street Bridge
this morning

sprinkled with burning lead.

The marks, and use of lead,
are consistent
with a medieval device

subtly called
a lead sprinkler.

The device is used
to shower victims
with molten lead,

or in the case of Mr. Dowd,
to pour it into his mouth,

causing serious inner burns
and eventual death.

Are we boring you, Donald?

Where's Keen?

You wouldn't be here
without her if she was okay.

She is recovering nicely.

That's a relief.

I'm sure it is.
You confiscated her firearm.

So you think a convicted
felon should be
allowed to carry guns.

All the ones I know do.

I see you've
started without me.

You should be recuperating.

Take whatever time
you need.

I appreciate that.

And the cards and flowers
and trashy novels.

Especially
the trashy novels, Aram.
Thank you.

But I am good.

Don't let me interrupt.

What's the case?

The Holy Vehm.

A vigilante
group that operated

in the Germanic
regions of Europe

during the Middle Ages.

The Vehmic Court
were sanctioned
by the Emperor

and directed by the Archbishop
to punish sinners.

What sins did
these two commit?

Well, in the 15th century,

the Vehm meted out justice
for heresy and witchcraft.

But today? Who knows.

During
the height of their power,
they killed thousands.

If I'm correct,
and the Vehm has
been resurrected,

there's no telling
how many victims
you'll be looking at.

Aram,
see what cold cases you can

find with even
a remotely similar MO.

Ressler, Navabi,
find Dowd's wife.
See what she knows.

What is that?
Some kind of metal?
It's lead.

You should be resting.

I'll have Aram
order an analysis,

see if we can trace that lead
to a supplier.

I've got agents
working double-time

to find the perps
who attacked her.

That won't be necessary.

Here. Careful, it's loaded.

I'm pregnant.
Yes.

I've known for some time.

How?
Everything.

Your body, your skin,
the look in your eyes.

Different tastes
for different foods.

Nausea. Distracted, moody.

Yes.

With everything
that was happening, I just...

I mean, I guess I knew,
but I just couldn't.

I bought a pregnancy test
three weeks ago,

and I threw it out
before I took it.

I mean,
I was okay facing the Cabal,

but those two red lines,
I just could not handle that.

I assume Tom is the father?

I haven't told him.

Uh...

He's still
figuring his life out.

There's a job in Boston...

I know you want to believe
that our work is done,

but it's not.

The addition of a child
will make that

infinitely more difficult.

What they did to him,
who would do such a thing?

Did your husband
have any enemies?
Any problems at work?

None.

William was a kind man
and a great father.

He was involved
in the community

when our
daughter was in school.

How many kids do you have?

One. Amy.

There's something
she's not telling us.

Twenty pictures
on their fridge
and not one of the daughter?

You think something happened
between them?

We need to find her.

See if she agrees
with the wife about his
parenting skills.

I'm guessing the answer's no.

Father, forgive me,
for I have sinned.

It's been a week
since my last confession.

Since that time,
I've killed two men.

Well done, my son.

For you are
the tip of his spear.

Through your hands,
his judgment is witnessed.

Let us pray...

We've linked the Vehm's MO
to a dozen murders.

Each victim was subjected to
some form of medieval torture.

Sam Archer was whipped
until an artery burst
and he bled to death.

The bruising, fractures
and deep puncture wounds

indicate that Joseph Gibson's
extremities were crushed

with some device called
the Spanish boot.

None of the victims
had a record.

Why were they targeted?
We're not sure.

We're still going
over case files.

Sir? From your wife.

Those are beautiful.

My office.

What else do we know?

We did find
William Dowd's daughter.

Living as Lisa Neil.
New name. New Social.

She's definitely hiding
from something.

Or someone. We're on it.

Is this a bad time?

I thought you'd rolled out.

That's actually why
I'm here.

Ressler and I,
are we partners?

Would that be a problem?

He did fire me.

Yes. An appropriate action,
given the circumstances.

But one he deeply regrets
and went to great
lengths to rectify.

He did?

In his status
report submitted to me
after I returned,

he was quite eloquent
about your value
to the task force.

You're welcome to read it,
after you question Lisa Neil.

It's hard to
forgive sometimes.

Lisa Neil.

Yes.
Is this Dr. Meyer's office?

I have
an appointment next week
for my son.

I think he's
a threat to himself.

It's urgent
that we see the doctor today.

Lisa Neil?
Can I help you?

I'm Agent Navabi, FBI.
This is Agent Ressler.

We have some
questions for you
about your father.

My father died years ago.

You must be confusing me
with somebody else.

Someone like Amy Dowd?

Hello? Someone there?

Ah.

Uh...

There was no one out front.

My secretary leaves at 5:00.
You must be Mr. Harris.

Yes.

Where is your son?
I was told the appointment
is for him.

Oh, it should be,
but my wife doesn't really
believe in therapy.

She thinks people like you
do more harm than good.

Do you, Dr. Meyer?

I... I don't believe so.

Why don't you come in?
Tell me what's going on
with your son.

My father was murdered?

Yes. By people who thought
he had sinned.

It might help us
find his killer

if we knew whether
that was true or not.

Was it?
Yeah.

That's why I ran away.

So, can I ask you
how you treat the children?

How it all works?

It's important for me
to get a sense of the child.

So the first few sessions
would be one-on-one.

Without a parent present?

For me to gain their trust,
it's best to
start out that way.

I was 12.

I came home from swimming
at my friend's house,

and I went into the basement
to put my suit in the dryer.

And he was there.

Your father.

And someone else. A boy.

When you're alone with my son,
would you be touching him?

No. Absolutely not.

I'm not even sure
I understand your question.

Would you think
about touching him?

I'm sorry your son
is having a hard time,

but I think you should leave.

Oh, no...

No! No!

You hurt children.
What are you doing? No!

You earn their trust,
and then you abuse them.

They said I was crazy.

That I was making it all up.

That my father never raped
that little boy.

But I know the truth.

My father was a monster.

Whoever killed him
did the world a favor.

Sooner or later,
we all pay for our sins.

What are you doing?
What is this?
What are you doing?

I've paid for mine.

What are you talking about?

And it's time
you paid for yours.

Oh, we meet again.
You must be the new neighbor.

I'm Zoe.
Liz.

Who's this?

Stanley.

Hi, Stanley!

Hi, Stanley.
He's so cute.

Oh, don't let that fool you.
He's the devil child.

He hasn't slept
the night through
since ever.

Well, we can stay up together.

I'm expecting
a little devil of my own.

Oh, really? That's amazing!

I mean,
besides no sleep, no sex

and stretch marks
the size of Kansas,

there are really
great things about it.

I can't think of any.
But that's what people say.

Look, I'm sure you have
a thousand questions.

I'm here any time.

I'm here all the time.

That's very nice of you.

I'll probably take you up
on that. Thanks.

I thought you
were going to Boston.

Rescheduled for tomorrow.

Felt like hanging out.

What's that?

Something I've kept
in my wallet

since the day
you gave it to me.

Is that...
A hope.

A wish. The child that
we were going to adopt.
And that I hope

is the one
we're going to have.

You found my pro/con list.

"Pro.
Chance for a normal life.

"Family. Doting husband
with rock-hard abs."

Really?

Liz,

we're pregnant!

Yeah, we are.

But before you
get too excited...

Too late for that.

I'm thinking about giving
the baby up for adoption.

Why? Why...

Why would you do that?

Maybe you should take
another look at the list.

I mean, there are only
three pros, and maybe...

I can probably
think of 100 cons.

I'm a felon.

People hate me.
I'm a pariah.

Here. In D.C.

That is why we have to move.
And the rest?

Dangerous job. Fixable.
Unmarried. Totally fixable.

Unmarried was never
a part of my list.

Well, a guy can dream.

Can't he?

Yeah, yeah.
They're all fixable, Tom,
except for one.

Reddington.

We can get away from him.

His life, my life,
is so filled with violence

and anger
and hatred and death.

How can I bring a child
into that world?

My world.

Our world, Liz.
Not his. Ours.

This is why
I didn't want to tell you.

I knew you'd be
so annoyingly positive.

You don't want
to be positive?

I don't want to be naive.

Just promise me that
you'll keep an open mind.
All right?

About Boston, and us and...

Our little one.

What?

I'm pretty sure
I put question marks
next to your name.

Did you?
Yeah.

That's weird,
'cause looks like
you changed your mind.

Huh.

Oh, my God.

I'm a violent man.

I've taken on a life
that requires it.

I hurt people.

I kill people.

And each time I do,
in that moment,

another part of me dies
along with them.

When I was young,

I romanticized
the life of an outlaw.

Bad guys.

That was a long time ago.

Raymond.

Yes?

The Vehm are
hunting pedophiles.

William Dowd's
daughter confirmed
that's what her father was.

You just won't rest,
will you?

I'm pregnant, not sick.

Besides,
you're the one who said

there's a fight coming
that can't be avoided.

Tell me about
the other victims.

They were never charged
with any crimes,

but hidden in
their backgrounds
are whispered accusations.

Incidents that were swept
under the rug.

So your theory is
that someone has

reorganized
a 15th-century cult

to hunt and kill pedophiles?

It fits the fact pattern.

Not all of them.

My associate, Mr. Weston,
the man who started
us down this road,

was many things,
but a pedophile
was not one of them.

I saw his dark side,
and it did not
involve children.

What did it involve?

Maybe that's
where we should look.

You're right.

Of course.
What? Of course what?

Thank you, Lizzy.

You attacked a pregnant woman.
Broke three of her ribs.

Battered her so badly
she was left lying unconscious

in a grocery
store parking lot.

We'll call Mr. Kaplan
from the car.

We need to find
Gerald Sullivan.

So, our metallurgist
broke down the lead

that was found
on William Dowd.

A specific dye was added
to deepen the grayscale.

Was it traceable?

To an online company.

They made many sales,
but only one stands out.

The St. James Shelter.

It's a halfway
house for ex-cons
in Philadelphia.

They use the lead
to make religious jewelry.

Could be
a location for the Vehm.

Ressler and I
will check it out.

Right.

You and Ressler.

I know it's strange.

But he got me my job back.

Did he?

In the status report
he submitted to Cooper,
he lobbied for me.

He didn't have to, and he did.

Well, I can't imagine
it was difficult to
write nice things.

But I'm glad he did.
Someone needed to.

Where'd everybody go?

Holy...

Damn it!

Navabi? Hey, Navabi!

You okay?

Yes. Thank you for asking.

Ressler's running his prints.
Should have an ID soon.

He's a zealot,
like my brother.

A true believer
who twists the gospel
to justify murder.

I don't need to know his name
to know who he is.

The files you
found at St. James

contained detailed accounts
of the victims.

The research
they did was extensive.

They found details
local cops clearly missed.

ME finished the autopsies
on the three Vehm
found at the scene.

Says he's ready
for a show-and-tell.

Seemed pretty
excited about it.

Okay, okay,
okay, yes, I admit, three

fully shaved dudes
is kind of weird,

it's not something
you see every day.

But then, well,
then there's something that
you almost never see.

You've never seen a eunuch?

Well, no, I...

I've seen a eunuch before.

In fact,
I've seen more eunuchs
than I care to admit.

Are they all eunuchs?

Sliced and diced.

But the beauty part,
and I use that term advisedly,

of course,
is that it's self-inflicted.

He did this to himself?
They all did.

Ouch.

Yeah?
Prints came back.

The guy's name
is Harland Holt.

Served seven years
at Cumberland for, get this,

sexual assault of a minor.

So he's a pedophile.

Who got early release

by agreeing to castration
to mitigate his
deviant desires.

The Vehm at the morgue
are castrated as well.

So the Vehm are pedophiles
and their victims
are pedophiles?

It's monsters
hunting monsters.

Let's talk
about Bobby Sanders.
He was 12.

You were his teacher.
He trusted you,
and you exploited that trust.

We know who you are, Mr. Holt.

My brothers
and I are defenders
of the innocent.

We subjected
ourselves to mutilation

in order to
cleanse impure thoughts,

allowing us to embody
God's will on Earth.

We are the protectors
of the children.

We've got the case files
that you kept on your victims.

You should tell us
about them.

These sinners.
William Dowd...

Hid behind
the makeup of a clown.

Always chose
the weakest child,

the one who was
too scared to tell.

How about Arthur Shepherd?

A counselor for
children with special needs.

The system did nothing,
despite an eyewitness.

What do you mean,
"did nothing"?
Was the case thrown out?

No charges were
ever filed.

There's no justice
in your justice system.

So we provide it.

An eyewitness to the abuse
of a child with special needs,

and no charges were filed?
That makes no sense.

The case file on
Shepherd includes
the eyewitness account.

How do they have case files?
They're not cops.

Where did they get them?
Who did they get them from?

Who took
the eyewitness' statement?

ADA in Baltimore, Peter Levy.

We need to call him.

See if it ever happened.
I doubt it did.

Where are you going with this?

The Vehm are zealots.
They'll kill

anyone they're
told is a pedophile.

What if someone's
telling them people are
pedophiles that aren't?

Reddington says
his friend wasn't.

What if the person bringing
these case reports

is someone with
their own agenda,

and they're using the Vehm
to carry it out?

My God, Gerald,
burying your business
in the dirt like a dog.

How the mighty have fallen.

What the hell is this?

A terrible time
of year to go camping,

but I suppose we
do what we must
when we're on the run.

Brenda and I were
just catching up.

She's not hungry,

but I noticed you packed
some bratwursts
and couldn't resist.

I do love a good cookout.

Look, Red...

It's not what you think.

I think you had Weston killed.

And Locke, Boskar, Hundly.

Someone is clearing
the playing field, Gerald,

and my money is on you.

Locke and Boskar?

They laundered
for the cartels.

Hundly cleaned cash
for the sex trade.

I handled white-collar crime.

I know how
the market was divided.

In fact,
I was impressed by how well

you coexisted with
your competitors.

Until now.
You got greedy, Gerald.

I'm not on the run
because I killed
my competitors.

I'm on the run
because I don't want

to be killed by
the people who did.

Red, you know me.
You know Brenda.

You really think
we'd be living in

the Bentley if
we didn't have to?

If you're not
controlling the Vehm,
then who is?

I'm a dead man if I say.

I came here for
one thing,

but I've decided I'm going
to leave with two.

The first is
the name of the person
who controls the Vehm.

And the second?

A song, Gerald.

I so wanted to
be a Scout,

tying knots,
the pinewood derby,

and the campfire songs.

Oh, those songs.

I keep trying to
explain to Dembe,
but I'm no singer.

Just one song.

Ah!

♪ Michael,
Row your boat ashore
Yes.

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Michael,
Row the boat ashore

Right?

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Sister,
Help to trim the sails

♪ Hallelujah

♪ Sister,
Help to trim the sails ♪

That's enough.

Okay, then. Just the name.

That's impossible.
That file, your file,

it says the eyewitness
in the Shepherd case
gave his statement

to a Baltimore ADA
by the name of Peter Levy.

We called the Baltimore
District Attorney.

There is no Peter Levy.

Once we found out
that case was false,

we looked at the others.

He doesn't exist.
You were given
a screen grab of a model

from a children's
clothing website.

You killed William Boskar
for molesting his nephew

in Akron, Ohio, on June 23rd.

The State
Department said that

he was living in
London at the time.

You're being manipulated.

We need you
to tell us by who.

That's a trust
I can't betray...

Why not?
He's betrayed yours.

Why don't you tell us,
before someone
else is murdered?

You don't understand.
It's too late.
What do you mean?

Too late?

We received
a new file yesterday.

There's a benefit
at Cleveland
High School tonight.

Okay, you need to
tell me who the target is.

Think back, Harland.
Think hard. I need a name.

James Wagner.

I'm gonna ask
you one last time.

Who gave you these files?

Stop me if
you've heard this one.

A priest, a eunuch
and a pedophile
walk into a bar...

Excuse me?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

I'm here to offer you
the sacrament of confession.

I will be your
father confessor.

I know
the hypocrisy is staggering.

This is James Wagner.
We have reason to believe

that there is
an imminent
threat on his life.

The principal's
going to speak first,

he's gonna talk
about your
charitable donations

and the scholarship program

before the big announcement

that the auditorium
is being named
in your honor.

I need a smoke.
I'll be back in five.

I don't think
you're supposed to smoke
on a school campus.

Oh, what are they
gonna do, suspend me?

You know what my problem
with religion is?

Man. Like anything
that has the potential
to be beautiful,

man will turn it
into something ugly.

For every saint,
there are two million sinners.

Which are you?
Like you, I am a sinner.

An envious one, I might add,
as my transgressions

are not nearly
as divine as the ones
you've been guilty of

during the years
you've been associated

with the Vatican bank.

I'm afraid
you're misinformed.

I did work with the bank

to bring an end
to an unfortunate
era of waste and corruption.

Ah.

Generally speaking,
I'm not a huge fan of
the incorruptible.

But your new pontiff,

he's not your
father's Holy Father.

He has an undeniable decency
which you sorely lack.

Yes, at his instruction,
you helped to
root out corruption

so that the Vatican bank
would no longer be

in the money
laundering business.

But to paraphrase Aristotle,
corruption abhors a vacuum.

So you moved right in.

You and your
little band of eunuchs.

Kudos on that, by the way.

Gathering sick men,

tricking them into thinking
they're killing pedophiles

when in fact
they're killing

money launderers whose
business you covet.

The Vehm cleanse the world
of God's mistakes.

Their other targets
are necessary sacrifices

for the good of
the Holy Church.

No sin in murder
or money laundering,

so long as it serves
our Father here on Earth.

Or you.

Donald Ressler, FBI.

I understand you're
James Wagner's assistant?

I am.
Is something wrong?

I need to see him right now.
He stepped out.

Then call him.
He has me hold his phone.

He says it messes up
the lines in his suit.

I have nothing
to confess to you.

Oh, that.
I wasn't really interested
in hearing it.

Although,
I suppose life in the abbey
must be full of intrigue.

What I am interested in
is a proposition.

Care to hear it?

You have a job
for the Vehm?

I do.

One that should appeal to you,
it's a money launderer.

A formidable
player who presents
a significant obstacle

to anyone interested in
clearing the playing field.

Who is it?
Contact the Vehm.

Tell them to meet us here.

I'll explain everything then,
not before.

They're busy.
Hmm.

The FBI raided
their chamber of horrors,

killed one,
captured some others.

They'll talk,
and when they do,

they'll talk about you.

So, my proposition is this.

Do what I'm asking, do it now,
and I will make sure you go

someplace quiet,
where the FBI
will never find you.

Up here. Around the corner.

What happened?

I don't know. I don't know.

We heard some kind of fight,
but when we got here,
he was alone.

Reddington?

Ladies.

What a pleasant surprise.
Especially you, Agent Keen.

I didn't expect
to see you in the field.

Well, I'm a consultant.

I came to consult
with Cardinal Richards.

Are you drinking
Communion wine?

Yes. God, it's god-awful.

If they'd only switch
to a good Burgundy,

people would be
much more devout.

Where is the Cardinal?

Ugh!

Meeting with congregants.

Something about
church finances.

You're arresting
me for smoking?

Smoking on
school grounds is a public
health law violation...

I was attacked!

We're searching
for the people
who assaulted you...

Exactly. Yes.
Those nut jobs assaulted me.

I'm the victim.
Today, you are.

But the people
who victimized you,
those nut jobs,

they go after two
types of people,

pedophiles and
money launderers.

I am not a pedophile.

Then maybe you
launder money.

But, thanks to
you lighting up,

I can hold you
until we find out.
Put your head down.

The Vehm are the congregants
the Cardinal is meeting with.

Do they know he deceived them?

Yes. I've done business
with a few of the people

they were
tricked into killing,

so it was easy
enough to provide

the details
necessary to show them

they had been terribly misled.

Where did they take him?

I have no idea.

They're going to kill him.
Probably.

Hell hath no fury
like a fundamentalist scorned.

How did you contact the Vehm?

The Cardinal did it for me.

He was quite excited
about it, actually.

In exchange for the promise
to keep the FBI
from finding him,

he agreed to sic the Vehm
on one last money launderer.

I omitted
the fact that the cleaner

he was inviting
the Vehm to kill

was, in fact, himself.

The Cardinal
took out the others

in order to
expand his business.

Did you take him
out to expand yours?

Yes.

To raise capital
in preparation for war.

What war?

Ours.

Holt just gave us
a detailed list of
every member of the Vehm.

So it'll just be
a matter of time

before we have
them all in custody.

Anything on
Cardinal Richards?
Nothing yet.

But Main Justice has
confirmed that he used
various charities

to launder profits
from offshore gambling.

So, all in all,
I'd say it was
a pretty good day.

Liz,
could you give us a second?

Yeah. Of course.

Listen,
I know I've been prickly
with you, and I'm sorry.

I read what
you wrote about me
in the status report,

and I just
wanted to thank you.

I didn't write about you
in the status report.

The report you
submitted to Cooper?

You lobbied to
get my job back.

I don't know
who told you that,

but I didn't lobby Cooper
to get your job back

because I didn't believe that
you should've gotten it back.

I see.

I mean, look,
it's nothing personal,

but with Reddington being
such a wild card,

the rest of us need to know
where we stand.

I'm not so sure
I know with you.

Okay, well,
it's nothing personal,

but you sucked in bed.

So, how'd it go?

The job fell through.

I don't understand.
I thought you already had it.

I did.

Reddington.

It doesn't matter.
I'll figure
something else out.

Which he'll find out about
and then sabotage.

Especially if it
means me going away.

I know you think
I'm overreacting,

but I just want to know
that my kid...

Our kid.
I want to know my
kid is protected.

He or she will be,

Liz, by me. By us.

Look, I have something else
lined up, all right?

It's just gonna
take me some time
to get it going.

I do have some say
in whether or not

we put our child
up for adoption.

If what I'm gonna
try falls through,
if Reddington interferes,

then maybe you're right,
maybe I'll be okay with it.

But I'm not right now.

I'll be back tomorrow.
Can we talk about it then?

Sure.

I wish you
didn't have to go home
to that empty apartment.

I don't know.
I'm kind of into empty.

I get to

take my time,
fill it with what I want.

Make it my own.

A new start.

Okay. You ready?

Yeah.

What are we gonna
do with you today?

Oh...

What are you doing here?

I missed you.

Yeah, I dyed
my hair to hide.

I don't need to
hide any more.

Lizzy, I misspoke earlier.

About your child.

I said that
having it would be...

Inconvenient.

You got me a couch.

When your mother
was pregnant with you,

it was terribly inconvenient.

The Cold War was ending.
Her country was falling apart.

Everything she
had ever known...

She dreaded having a child,

almost aborted it.

Not one day of her pregnancy
did she ever think of you

as anything but a curse.

And then,
from the second you were born,

there was never a day
when she thought

you were
anything but a blessing.

In my experience,
there is never

a convenient time
to have a child.

It certainly isn't
a convenient time for you.

But if in saying
that I left you
with the impression

that I didn't think
you should have your baby,

I'm sorry for that,

because nothing
could be further
from the truth.

Tom.

What I did was
for your protection.

Taking his job away.

I'm not a threat
to your safety, Lizzy.
Or your child's.

On the contrary,
I can guarantee it.

But I cannot do
that if you run away.

You're the only reason
I need protection.

I wish it were that simple.

I think you should leave.

Yeah.

Oh, I should probably mention,
I booked a pregnancy
massage for you.

She'll be here at 9:00.

Her name's Edwina,
she's a registered nurse,

and she smells
absolutely divine.

I hope it goes
with the rest of your stuff.

I'm told it pulls out.

Thank you, Aram.

You're welcome.

What for, exactly?

I know it was you who wrote
about me in Ressler's report.

Oh. That.

Too many gerunds?

He didn't even know.

What did you do,
hack into his computer?

Look, I know it was
the wrong thing to do,

but this task force
needs you.

I don't deserve
a friend like you.

Maybe not.

Um...

You have one.

Cardinal Richards.
They found him.

Oh, uh, Sir.
I didn't know that...

It's okay, Aram. It's fine.

Are you, uh...

Are you sleeping here?

Charlene and I have separated.

I'm looking for a place.
Until I find one...

I am so sorry.

Yeah. I am, too.

Want a drink?

Yeah, I don't...

But I do have some limeade
in the fridge downstairs,

along with these
cherry turnovers

Agent Keen
brought in that are...

Amazing.

Should I bring them up?

Sure. Why not?

And Aram...

Yeah?

If you could keep
this between us...

Of course. Women.

Zoe? It's your neighbor, Liz.

I could use some company.

Where's Zoe?

Reddington moved her out.

Got her a bigger apartment.

Why?

For your security.

We'll keep a man
in this apartment
24 hours a day.

Anybody who wants to get you
will have to come past us.

Nice hair.

Hello,
my name is Elizabeth Keen.

I'm calling
about my pregnancy.
My child.

If you could please call me,
2-0-2-5-5-5-0-1-4-3...

It's about an adoption.

Giving up my child.